Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
I ask not now your name, or whence you come, for speaking will fatigue
you."
"Thanks, my brother, thanks," returned the stranger, "you follow the
greatest of all precepts, charity to the distressed. More I ask not;
but I would give you some account of myself, that you may report it to
those whose curiosity may be excited. You see before you a Christian
gentleman and a Portuguese, though 'tis long, long since I saw my
beloved country. Know me by the name of Senhor Mendez, no willing
companion, believe me, of the vile pirates you sent to destruction."
"My suspicions were not wrong then," said the Captain, drawing still
nearer, and gazing earnestly at him; "and, if I mistake not, I have seen
those features before, though when or where I cannot recall to mind."
The wounded man smiled faintly, "You have seen them before, Captain
Pinto," he said; "but years have passed since then, and time, in the
thousand changes it has been making, has not spared them, nor do I think
that my nearest friends could recognise him who is before you: we have
grown from youth to age since we last met."
"I am at fault then," answered the Captain; "nor can I guess when I knew
you."
"It is as well that you should remain in ignorance for the present, my
friend," answered the stranger. "I know that I can fully trust you; but
remember that there are some secrets which are dangerous to the
possessor, and I would not make you incur peril on my account if
possible."
"I will ask no further, my brother," said the Captain; "rest and sleep
are absolutely necessary for you, therefore I must insist on your
speaking no more," saying which he placed his guest back on the couch,
and summoned Don Luis to join him in a repast which he ordered to be
brought in, the first food they had found time to taste for hours, so
that both were ready to do full justice to it.
While they were at table, the light of the lamp falling strongly on the
countenance of Don Luis, drew the attention of the stranger towards him.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "whom have you near you, Captain Pinto? If fever
does not disturb my brain, I think that he whom I see before me is an
Almeida. Speak, youth! Do not you belong to that family?"
Don Luis started on hearing himself addressed. "I am an Almeida," he
answered. "The only son of the Count of Almeida."
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